 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah trained her eyes on the funny shapes on the ground, but came to no immediate conclusion. It looked a bit like hopscotch, but that wasn't confusing enough to be arithmancy. She fiddled with her quill and let her left leg swing back and forth under her desk like a pendulum. Listening to everybody else's answers counted as being engaged? Right. Quill-fiddling was the very height of concentration. Or at least she could pretend it was.
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